The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wool was gray, the color of a winter sky before the first snow falls. It hung on a hook by the door, stiff with the dust of the old world. I had not touched it in three years, but I knew the weight of it, the specific drag it would place upon my shoulders. It was not merely a coat. It was a skin I had shed, or perhaps a shroud I had refused to bury. Here, in the city of Aethelgard, where...

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